Silly firefox!

Your ears are not petals!

Your tail rings are not leaves!

As amongst proud plant posse you may bloom,

Red fur cannot photosynthesise! Please!

Your wish blinks flash photopsia—just that!

No sun to sugar, you bright shining cat!

Though, unlike a day’s daisy’s lovesick bud,

Unsure of which Valen-fate will be picked,

Rest assured that if you come down from there,

Your—not my—face will be the one lovingly licked! ; )

Psychotomimetic stare espies not a bear

Donning grizzled arch of its unbreakable back—

But, rather, sees a camel-duck of ruffled wear

Out-spitting water as it emits each quack-quack. ; )

Love in hands’ sake quivers with a heartquake, hoping forever after shocks no one. ; )

Oh, Roo, please do not let some miff-sniffs turn your feelings down;

Under the weather merits no more than a fleeting frown.

No Rudolph for your snout! And, one-eighty that cursed, pursed pout!

Show those bluenoses how southies hop right back on the trail.

Whose fuck is for a Canuck? Kangas ever out-kick fail! ; )

Valentines may dream of warmed hearts in Paris,

Where gentleman hold promise on bended knee.

Though, forget not lorette’s love story of ice—

Selling to survive for a soul-crushing price.

Hence, whether one is of pair or holding door,

Not all melt is fine-felt regarding amour. ; )